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The Golden Ticket: A Dream Come True

They say when you dream of winning the lottery, you should immediately buy a ticket. After all, it could be your golden ticket to a life of luxury. If you have a knack for remembering dreams, it’s a good idea to jot them down.

In my recent dream, I found myself at the center of a lottery frenzy. Perhaps it was my subconscious wish for a GoPro for Christmas that fueled this fantasy.

It was a typical weekday, neither summer nor winter. I can’t recall purchasing the ticket, but I vividly remember checking the numbers. As someone with a tendency towards OCD, I meticulously checked and rechecked, driven by a fear of contamination and a need for order.

In this dream, my usual Sunday ritual of checking lottery tickets took on heightened significance. My heart pounded as I compared the numbers, my anxiety heightened by the looming reality of retirement and its financial implications.

Knowing I couldn’t verify the win on a Sunday, I patiently waited until Monday morning. The routine of getting ready felt interminable. Impatient and averse to routines, I rushed out the door, determined to claim my prize.

Instead of heading straight to the regional lottery center, I followed a strange impulse, likely a product of my dream logic.I went to Sobeys, a local grocery store.

Once there, I approached the lottery scanner with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The crowd watched as I nervously scanned the ticket. To my astonishment, the numbers matched, and the scanner displayed a winning message.

People gathered around, clapping and cheering. I felt like a celebrity, surrounded by the excitement of the crowd.

But then, the dream took an unexpected turn. I found myself in a mall, searching for the lottery center. Following directions from a kind stranger, I navigated through the mall, eventually reaching the lottery office.

To my surprise, the office was closed. The doors were locked, and a sign indicated that it opened at 9:00 AM. Frustrated, I waited outside with a crowd of other hopefuls.

Finally, the doors opened, and I rushed inside, eager to claim my prize. The lottery agent greeted me with a smile and asked to see my winning ticket.

With trembling hands, I presented the ticket. She scanned it, and a look of shock appeared on her face. She announced my winnings to the crowd, and the room erupted in applause.

I woke up, my heart still racing from the dream. While I knew it was just a fantasy, the experience was exhilarating. It reminded me to appreciate the little things in life and to always dream big.

Bari Marcus Anthony

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